Zugzwang : Writing

Mark

Mark

A Poem by Zugzwang


Mark, his name was. It was Mark. The word is hard to get out, Echoing, as it does, from Caverns of forbidden memory. That sin..
Sword Stroke

Sword Stroke

A Poem by Zugzwang


There is a particularly fraught emotion that I feel at times: anticipating a sword stroke that does not come. Instead, I hol..
Prometheus' Eagle

Prometheus' Eagle

A Poem by Zugzwang


In the distant, time-misted past, Promethean punishments were the norm. It is important now to recognise the delineation betw..
Grit

Grit

A Poem by Zugzwang


First steps are tentative, and the little one falls often. But nascent grit is not to be underestimated.
We Are One

We Are One

A Poem by Zugzwang


Xenia (Greek: ξενία, xenía, trans. "guest-friendship") is the ancient Greek concept of hospitality, the generosity and..
Full Circle

Full Circle

A Poem by Zugzwang


How sad That I have seen The seeds of you, Sowed in me long ago, By your rough and violent hands Bear bitter fruit, Despoiling..
Hell

Hell

A Poem by Zugzwang


Sartre, in penning the famous expression ‘Hell is other people’ Was wrong. It most assuredly Resides within us. ..
Hanging by a Hair

Hanging by a Hair

A Poem by Zugzwang


I had a dream Where everybody had square eyes. It doesn’t sound like much, But it was subtly, And indescribably, Horrific...
Friction

Friction

A Poem by Zugzwang


Tired of The endless grind Of too fast spinning wheels On unforgiving iron. Showers of incandescent sparks, By the time they h..
Silent Witness

Silent Witness

A Poem by Zugzwang


Based on a dream